Echoes. Dreams. Elaborations.

I've been learning that art and life is a gradual process of distillation... trees are the firstborn of sky and earth, and they long to reunite their parents we begin with the expanse of the elements, the infinite canvas of consciousness and the universe, and begin circling the moments and visions that resonate with our...intuition? What grants a moment, a shape, a sound aesthetic value? A deep deep mystery. Some say it is biology, that it can be linked to survival...that may very well be true. Life attracts life. a barn is a tree, trying to be a mother Other theories hold that it is found in psychology, in pattern of symbols that stand in for our experiences and the collective memories of our species. Certain experiences activate our subconscious desires, fears, and memories because of their ability to transcend the individual life-span and exist in perpetuity through cultural systems. These tropes often revolve around ideas of an afterlife, the spirit, the supernatural etc

That keeps me coming back. New studio, dialed in: Nomad , oil on panel, in progress in progress: La Vie cycle, almost there story , triptych, oil on panel, thought it was done but was wrong, progress resume

(I was blind as a bat as a child, from reading too much. Life became a constant challenge to infer meaning and significance from extremely rudimentary units of color, shape, and movement.) I've been really interested in photographs, the image, and their translations. My intentions are beginning to clarify. Art has always been an investigative tool for me, for trying to apprehend reality. It seems to me we build our realities from patterns of (primarily) visual information. The image is our first and foremost line of defense against the world threatening to overwhelm the self... What interest me are the points in which other senses and ways of knowing interfere, obstruct, or expedite the image, occurring al-or-hyper chemically at two junctures: 1. When the image emerges from a matrix of information, (being) and 2. when the image begins to depart from image-hood and move into discourse, narrative, and myth (existence). To me, moving from the image of myself to the existence o

It's finally raining, and I'm in a coffee shop in Berkeley, making drawings because it's the best way I have of defining the complex amorphous spaces between ideas and emotion, experience and memory, life and life only that are formed by such disparate things as coffee shop pop music, reflections on Orphic mysteries, curating festival galleries, and remembering nuclear disasters. I drew these one year ago, about radiation. These drawings are of the self thinking-thing...trying to make drawings of consciousness itself. about radiation pt. pt. , 2011, mixed media on paper, 10 x 10 inches about radiation pt. pt. 2 , 2011, mixed media on paper, 10 x 10 inches for sale. $120/each, $200/pair